Last night I met an angel.
He gave me wings.
And taught me to fly.
Okay, you don't need wings to fly (although he did give them to me, along with several other pairs to try out), and he didn't really teach me (you just have to push the "fly" button), but I thought it sounded poetic.
I was talking to one of the guys at work the other day about Second Life, and he said that he mostly plays a different game that's very similar, except it's set in, I think, medieval times. I don't remember the name . . . Anyway, he said, "But in Second Life, you can fly!"
